“I had a moment. I’m better.”
“You sure?”
“Can we please change the subject?” Her eyes were pleading as she glanced at him.
He didn’t believe that she was fine. It didn’t sound like it. If something was truly wrong, he guessed she’d tell him something. But she was still acting nervous. Before he could ask, she cleared her throat.
“I was wondering if you had plans on Sunday. I wanted to stop by so we can talk.”
“Talk?” He wasn’t sure he liked the sound of this. He frowned, unsure why they would have to wait until Sunday.
“Yes.”
“About what?”
“It’s something… Important,” she said.
His stomach tightened. Important? Then why would they need to wait until Sunday? Was she having problems? Medical issues? Was it personal news? Was it about their son?
“Do you want me to stay now? I’m here.” He moved closer to her. “We can talk now. Is it the new child support adjustment? I told you I wanted?—”
“No, Vic.” She shook her head. “It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“I can’t talk now.” She glanced down at her dress and smoothed the material out again. “I have a dinner thing tonight.”
He stilled. A dinner thing.
A date.
His gaze slid over her again, and it hit him. The dress. Makeup. The perfect hair. They way she’d looked flustered when he’d first arrived. It wasn’t for him.
It was for someone else.
A hot, unwelcome lump of jealousy settled deep in his gut.
“Oh.” His voice sounded flat, even to his ears.
She tilted her head to the side and studied him.
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, slightly amused.
“I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”
“Why would you think I wasn’t?” she asked.
He opened his mouth at first then closed it promptly. He combed his fingers through his hair and sighed.
“Because Kian usually tells me everything,” he admitted.
She stared at him then burst out laughing. His face heated at the notion that he gossiped with his four-year-old.
“Vic! You cannot rely on information you get from an almost five-year-old about my dating life,” she said.
“He told me you were in love with some guy name Henry,” he muttered. He slid his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Was that why she was dressed up? Was this Henry about to pick her up? He wondered if he should stay so he could check out the man taking his son’s mother out to dinner.
“What woman with a pulse isn’t in love with Henry Cavill? Kian had me watchingSupermanwith him.” She snorted. She smiled and rested a hand on her hip. “Were you jealous?”